held your hands like fireflies, the memories
crumble and you
fall away, now all that's left of you is
in me, your angel-sick death-star baby boy
powder
with a thousand words, a thousand lies, you
string your tears around my neck and
I'll wear them like diamonds
you glow in my dark
colour my sky
shiny black with ashes and rose dust
fly sweet little flutterby sugarstar
your wings may not be strong enough
to carry us both